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"What the hell did you just say to me?"
Basta had been itching for a fight all day. He let the pent-up frustration flow freely, allowing the smallest slight to send him over the edge into anger without trying to restrain himself in the slighest.
His hand was already clenched at his hip, just begging for an excuse to draw his knife and get his blood really pumping.







